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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.