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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.