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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Index,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.