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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.