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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.