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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.