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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.