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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.