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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.