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 Senegal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Hashim,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Television,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.