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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.