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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.