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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.