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 China and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Crime,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.