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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Index,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.