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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.