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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.