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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Grauzone,
Brick,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The New Christs,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Smog,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Index,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.