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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.