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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.