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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.