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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.