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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.