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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.