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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
X-101,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.