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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.