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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.