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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Smog,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.