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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the disco 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.