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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.