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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.