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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.