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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Black Dice,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.