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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.