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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.