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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.