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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.