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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.