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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Index,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.