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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.