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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.