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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.