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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.