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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.