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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.