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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.