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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.