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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.