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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.