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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.