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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.