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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.