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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
The Saints,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.