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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.