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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.