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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.