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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.