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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.