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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Motions to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.