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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.