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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.