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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.