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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Gong,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.