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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.