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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.