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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.