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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.