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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.