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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.