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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.