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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.