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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.