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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.