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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Make Up,
Gong,
Jandek,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.