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 France and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.