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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Organ,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.