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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.