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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.