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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
PIL,
Smog,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.