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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.