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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.