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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.