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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.