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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.