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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Television,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.