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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.