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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.