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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
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.