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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
ABC,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.