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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.