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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.