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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.