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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.