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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.