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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.