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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.