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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.