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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.