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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.