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 Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.