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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.