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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 David Axelrod 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.