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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
UT,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.