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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.