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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.