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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.