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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.