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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.