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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.