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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.