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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.