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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.