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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.