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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The New Christs 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.