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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.