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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.