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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.