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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.