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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.