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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Franke,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.