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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.