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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Pole,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.