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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
X-102,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.