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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.