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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons 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 disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.