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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.