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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.