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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.