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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.