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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.