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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.