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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Quando Quango 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.