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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.