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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.