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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.