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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.