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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.