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 Belize 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.