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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.