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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.