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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.