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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Magazine,
Brick,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.