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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.