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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.