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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.