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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.