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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.