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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.