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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.