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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.