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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
JFA,
Mars,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.