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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.