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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.