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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.