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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.