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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.