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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.