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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.