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 Libya 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.