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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.