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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Organ to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.