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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.