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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.