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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.