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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Halifax and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.