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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 This Heat to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.