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 Romania 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.