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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.