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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Gong,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.