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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.