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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.