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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.