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 Comoros and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.