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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.