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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.