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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.