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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Ronan,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.