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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.