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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.