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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Main Source,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.