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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Pylon,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.