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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.