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 Greece and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.