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 Canada and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters 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 rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.