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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.