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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.