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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.