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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.