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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.