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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.