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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
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,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.