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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Organ,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.