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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.