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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.