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 France 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.