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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All AZ 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.