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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
The Saints,
cv313,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.