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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.