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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.