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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '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 Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.