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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.