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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.