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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.