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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.