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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.