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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.