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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
The Wake,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.