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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
UT,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.