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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.