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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.