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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.