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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Crime,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.