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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.