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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
The Human League,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.