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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.