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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Unwound,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.