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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.