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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.