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 Oman and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.