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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.