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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.