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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.