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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Ituana,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Index,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.