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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.