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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.