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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.