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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.