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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.