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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.