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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.