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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Ten City,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.