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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.