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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.