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 Argentina 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Brick,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.