Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.