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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.