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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.