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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.