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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.