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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.