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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.