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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.