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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.