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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.