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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.