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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.