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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.