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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Slackers to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
The Victims,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
JFA,
Skarface,
Scientists,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.