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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
cv313,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.