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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.