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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.