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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.