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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Vainqueur 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.