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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.