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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.