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 Mali 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.