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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.