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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.