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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.