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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
X-101,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.