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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.