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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.