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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.