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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.