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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.