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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.