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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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 Residents,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.