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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.