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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.