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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.