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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.