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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.