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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.