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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.