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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.