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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
AZ,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.