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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.