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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.