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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.