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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
the Normal,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
UT,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.