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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.