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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.