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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.