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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Cure,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.