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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Aswad,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.