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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.