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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.