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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.