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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.