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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.