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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.