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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.