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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.