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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.