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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.