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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.