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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.