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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.