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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Neu!,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.