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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.