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 Belize and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.