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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.