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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.