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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.