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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.