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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
UT,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.