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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.