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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Spokane and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.