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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.