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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.