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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.