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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.