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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
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.