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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.