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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.