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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers 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 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.