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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Rakim,
JFA,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.