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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.