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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.