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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.