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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.