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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.