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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.