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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.