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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.