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 Belgium and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.