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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
X-101,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.