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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.