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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Index,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.