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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.