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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.