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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.