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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.