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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Model 500 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.