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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.