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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.