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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.