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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.