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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.