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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.