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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Move,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.