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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.