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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.