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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Cramps to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.