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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.