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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.