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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
UT,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.