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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.