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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.