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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.