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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.