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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.