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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.