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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.