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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Franke to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.