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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 snare 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.