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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.