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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.