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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.