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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Motions,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.