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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Names,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.