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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.