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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.