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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.