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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.