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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.