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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Television,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.