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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Make Up,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.