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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.