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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.