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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Crime,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.