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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.