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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Amon Düül II 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.