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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.