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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.