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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.