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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.