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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.