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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.