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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.