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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.