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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.