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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.