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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Residents,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.