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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.