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 India and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.