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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Nas,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.