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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Can,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.