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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.