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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.