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 India and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.