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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.