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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.