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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Wings,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.