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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.