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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.