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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.