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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Organ,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.