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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.