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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.