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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.