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 India and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.