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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Faust,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.