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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.