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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Aswad,
Shoche,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.