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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 Lyon and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.