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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.