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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.