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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.