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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.