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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.