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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.