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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
DNA,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.