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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Invisible to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.