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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
DNA,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.