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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.