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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.