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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.