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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.