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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.