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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.