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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.