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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.