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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.