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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Cure,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.