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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.