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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.