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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.