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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.