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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.