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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.