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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.