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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.