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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.