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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.