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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.