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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.