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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.