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 Norway 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hashim to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.