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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.