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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.