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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.