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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.