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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.