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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Can,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.