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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.