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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.