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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.