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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.