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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.