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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.