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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Organ,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.