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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.