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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.