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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.