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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.