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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.