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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.