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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.