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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.