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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.