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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
ABC,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.