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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s 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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.