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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.