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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.