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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.