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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.