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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.