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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.