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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.