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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.