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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.