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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.