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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.