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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.