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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Can,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Television,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.