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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Rakim,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.