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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Qualms 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.