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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.