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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.