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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.