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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.