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 States 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Magma,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.