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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.