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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Main Source 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.