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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Magma,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.