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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.