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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.