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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.