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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Television,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.