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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.