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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.