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 Palau 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.