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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.