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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Standells,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.