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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.