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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.