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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.