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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.