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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.