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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.