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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.