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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.