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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.