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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
JFA,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.