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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.