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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Sound,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.