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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Make Up,
AZ,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.