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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.