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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.