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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.