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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.